The day came where Vegeta woke up and realized something very rudimentary: The easiest way to avoid Bulma's wrath and his supposed birthday was to train in the GR until it collapsed on him again and he fell into a coma.
Unfortunately for him, that day was his assigned birth day. So it cam eto pss that when the prince stalked past her in the morning, clad in his skintight training shorts and tennis shoes, Bulma looked up from her cereal and said sweetly "V-chan where are you going?!"
V-chan?! The prince stopped in his tracks and stared at her "What?" he breathed outraged.
Bulma rolled her eyes "I said! Where are you going?"
"Training." Growled dangerously… V-chan?! How- how-dare she!
"No." she stated matter o' factly, returning her concentration to her breakfast.
"HOW DARE YOU-" he started into his usual rant about royalty, saiyans and the correct way to address his majesty.
Bulma raised a dangerous eyebrow at her husband and cut across him softly "Vegeta. You will be at the party today."
He made a defiant growling noise.
"No really… I invited all your friends. And you will be there to cut the cake… after that I don't really care..."
The prince considered this…. First off, he had no friends so it would be a family affair…acceptable… How long could cutting a cake take?... two minutes maximum…less than half that long to eat it…
"Fine. But I won't do anything else! You hear me?!" he bellowed menacingly and stalked of.
"VEGETA!" she yelled commandingly.
"WHAT NOW WOMAN!" he thundered.
"You. Will. Not. Train. Before. The. Party!"
"Why the hell NOT!" he demanded clenching his fists.
She gave him a "duh" look "You'll lock yourself in until it explodes again…"

Hours passed and Vegeta did train…in the yard… not for lack of trying to use the GR but his oh-so-clever-mate had sabotaged it, ensuing in a heated argument which ended with a banishment to the sofa indefinitely unless he started behaving. He mentioned he could force her to share his bed but she just raised the famous eyebrow…he shut up after that…
At 3:03 P.M. he had demolished most of the gardens, razed a warehouse and hadn't managed to break a sweat, much less get a good work out… "Damn you woman…" he muttered preforming his 1483 pushup. As he fantasized about strangling Kakarott or training Trunks into an ultimate warrior or finally winning an argument with his mate or another Vegeta-ish fancies, Bulma walked up to him from behind, her foot step muffled by the grass and his refusal to concentrate on anything but his training and thoughts.
"Hey hun! It's time."
He leaped to his feet startled, before he could think; he had her pinned against a nearby wall.
"Woman." He hissed angrily, not sure whether it was because she snuck up on him or because he almost killed her. "Don't. Disrupt. My. Training."
She scoffed wiggling out of his grip "Yeah, sure. Also you need a shower." With a casual flick of her fingers she directed him into the direction of the showers, picking her way across the theater of war that was once her lawn.
Half scoffing, half sighing he walked to the shower, and stayed there…no reason to hurry… she might forget…hmm-hmm…
"VEGETA GET YOUR BUM OUT HERE!" she yelled far to soon for his taste, the she added as an afterthought "AND GET DRESSED!" remembering he had walked into the living room stark-naked just to spite her. Bunny's nose bled for an hour.
Going slow enough to annoy the hell out of Bulma he dried of and got dressed. At least it's not pink… he though sourly. He exited the bathroom and before he could even consider an escape route he was dragged into the living room.
The room was dark, so much even his saiyan senses could not pick out what was in it. "It's a bit dim." He stated slightly perplexed but covering it up in his usual air of annoyance.
He could practically feel Bulma roll her eyes "Then turn on the lights!"
With an intuitive sense of dread, he reached for the switch.
The lights turned on and Vegeta almost died of shock. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY VEGETA!" a chorus of voices blared, accompanied by the honk of party horns and a shower of confetti. In the split second Vegeta counted: Krillin, Roshi, Turtle, Piccolo, Gohan, Chi-chi, Tien, Launch, Yamcha, Bunny, Mr. Briefs, Trunks, Puar, Oolong, Yansharoby, Chaotzu and Kakarott…
"Happy birthday sweetie.." Bulma beamed.
"Huh." He squeaked.
Not knowing what else to do… he tuned of the light and made a run for it.

A/N: But wait theres more!
there will be at least one more chapeter... so stay tumned for the next chapter of Vege-ta's- Birthday!
... sory I couldnt resisit... Thank you all for reviewing! I probably wouldnt have wrote any more if you hadn't!